I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride, (yeah) I come from the heart of southside (yeah) Holding it down for my niggas that died (yeah) I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah) Pop shit and get your whole mouth wide (yeah) Baby had tried to steal off the payroll I'll have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (who) I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (oh) You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh) That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em Were respected highly 'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh) Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh) If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh) As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake) You get your ass whipped for chips Now that's the real definition of poundcake I got the crownsnake And you can tell when I'm shopping 'cause when the mall stampeding you'll feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha) I'm a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear You know how I gets down This pound hold six rounds I told you I'd be back bitch Talk that shit now You hear that for fif sound Duck when I spit rounds 'cause this ain't Beverly Hills You in the bricks now We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell It's like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that fuck the police shit We living in hell You better guard your grill homey And stand your ground These bullets burn They hit whoever's standing around I never learn even after I took a couple shots I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops (boom) If it's beef then I'm ready to ride Just come to Casheville you can find me on the southside (motherfucker) Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5 You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name Whether the truck or train My mind's stuck on the grind 'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came Yeah ain't talking shit But we can all tell he ass Jabs will black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah) You gotta blast me yo (yo) 'cause the Louisville will have your head looking like the top of a pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinking they girlfriend's a nasty hoe My heart laughing a small Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproof's snorkle when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulder Chain big as a boulder The 357 tucka Motherfucker Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear Yeah Motherfucker I'm here.. yeah Lloyd banks G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!! Money by any means... nigga